The encampment was easy to find, near enough two thousand bodies camped on the outskirts of Winterfell and most of them made up of Wildlings with their furs and untamed hair. They certainly looked wild. Terrified, too, for they had never seen a dragon before, just as Rhaena had never seen a giant. There was one of them at the camp, and the moment Rhaena had noticed it she had gasped and pointed in amazement to Sansa who only tightened her grip around Rhaena nervously as Rhaegal cried out in announcement and circled overhead before eventually coming to land. Weapons were drawn and bows were raised, causing Rhaegal to hiss and bristle angrily at the threat but he did not move to attack as Rhaena soothed him, placing her hand against his neck as Lady leaped down with a bark then began to howl, calling to her siblings. Within moments Rhaena and Sansa could hear the voices of Grey Wind and Nymeria calling back to Lady, the wolf cries singing clearly as they echoed until finally two massive shapes burst through the gathered ranks of Wildlings and bannermen and launched themselves at their sister. Lady yelped indignantly to be so set upon, sprawling underneath her much larger siblings but nipped and licked at them in return as they roughhoused like pups, causing Rhaena to laugh lightly as she helped Sansa down first before sliding from Rhaegal's neck.

By the time her feet had met the ground, Rhaena turned to find Robb and Jon themselves pushing through the gathered men and women, staring wide eyed at Rhaegal who bared his teeth warningly to them until their eyes then fell upon Sansa who had shrieked their names. She ran to them, her brothers staring rather stupidly as she flung her arms around the both of them to embrace them fiercely. They both blinked, their minds utterly blank until gradually they began to recognise this grown woman in their arms, seeing the bright auburn of her hair and hearing her voice as she wept quietly. Sansa. Their sister. All at once their grasp upon her tightened and the three siblings embraced. Watching them with a warm expression, Rhaena felt thickly furred bodies pressing themselves against her and turned to find Grey Wind and Nymeria nudging against her, greeting her gently. They were huge. Far larger than Rhaena would have imagined, and Lady the smallest of the three. Lifting her hands Rhaena rubbed at their necks and scratched at their ears as Rhaegal sniffed at them, lowering his head until all three direwolves were utterly focused upon him. Grey Wind snarled threateningly, unafraid of the dragon who growled back until Rhaena gave a quiet word to silence them both, telling them to be polite to one another.

It was then that both Robb and Jon saw her, Robb in particular staring in awe. Jon extended his hand towards Rhaena who gladly approached and took it, allowing herself to be drawn into the embrace of siblings as if she belonged there with them. "What in Seven hells have you brought with you?" Jon managed to gasp out as he looked at Rhaegal who simply scowled at him before baring his teeth. Laughing lightly, Rhaena introduced Rhaegal, assuring them all that he would not hurt them for he and she were bonded and that he would never hurt her friends. Only her enemies. Looking at Robb, Rhaena could not help herself from reaching out to him with a tender affection derived from the feelings they had once fostered towards one another as children, touching his beard and feeling the course hairs against her skin before settling her palm against his cheek as he continued to stare at her with a pained expression, seemingly unable to find the will to speak or the words to say. He had aged a great deal. Even beyond his years. War had taken its toll upon him and Rhaena lamented the loss of the bright eyed boy she had once known. Though his eyes were still bright, there was a hardness in them as if water had turned to steel and ice, having witnessed too much for too long to remain as he once was. There were even lines which creased his brow from how often he must have frowned. Brushing her thumb against his face, Rhaena could not keep herself from smiling nostalgically.

"Your enemies are my enemies. Our flames are yours and we shall destroy any who stand in your way. House Targaryen stands with you, my king. I do swear my allegiance to House Stark and the King in the North." Hearing these words and seeing the dragon with his own eyes, Robb felt as if a colossal weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Their odds had improved astronomically with the arrival of Rhaena with his sister and a dragon who seemed to obey her command. It did not matter how few men they had compared to the Boltons. A dragon was an army in itself, and it was on their side. It seemed that Rhaena always appeared when he needed her most, and this being their direst moment, he should have known that she would have come. With his heart fit to burst, Robb finally smiled to her.

"House Targaryen is welcome here, my lady." He said formally before ordering his and Jon's men to stand down. They did so, but slowly and still nervously for Rhaegal seemed to enjoy growling at them to sense their fear and listen to them quake where they stood. "I have missed you," now whispering to her, Robb took hold of Rhaena's hand in order to grasp it tightly. "You do not know how greatly we needed aid."

"That is why I am come. Tell me everything I need to know. Everything that has happened since we last parted. I expect it has not been an easy time for you, Robb." Offering her his arm, Rhaena slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow before turning to Rhaegar and speaking in High Valyrian, telling him to keep out of sight of the enemy and not to burn anything as she promised there would be plenty of enemies to burn soon enough. Dipping his head to her, Robb recoiled at the dragon's approach but Rhaena stiffened her grip upon his arm to keep him from retreating. Instead she pressed her forehead against Rhaegal's face, murmuring sweet nothings to him before then stepping back to watch him take flight. The army all watched in awe and even the giant seemed stupefied at the majesty of such an ancient and powerful creature which of course meant that Rhaena swelled with pride. Beaming, she prompted Robb that she and Sansa would like to rest somewhere private in order to speak, and so Robb snapped himself from his stupor and led Rhaena through the encampment as Jon walked with Sansa, the three direwolves now following behind. As they passed many bannermen bowed their heads to Robb though their eyes watched Rhaena in fear. She merely smiled to them, taking no offence of their suspicion. She was an outsider, after all.

They were taken to the king's tent where immediately more teary-eyed embraces were to be had, the direwolves slipping inside and settling together in a huddle in order to rest whilst Sansa struggled to keep herself from weeping. She had missed her brothers, even Jon despite the fact that she had never been kind to him when they were children. With them beside her she felt as if she were finally home, and that was all that mattered. They were both given seats and brought food and wine to refresh themselves as Rhaena shed herself of her weapons which of course, both Robb and Jon took to admiring. Especially the dragonbone bow and the Valyrian steel sword. "You're going to need this." Jon told her as he turned the blade over in his hands. Jon was much as Rhaena remembered him, only taller and a little bigger in stature, but still very much the slim, awkward boy she recalled despite his strong bearing. "There's something coming from the North, the White Walkers. Nothing seems to kill them except dragonglass and Valyrian steel. Or fire. Fire can kill them." Sheathing the sword Jon handed it back to Rhaena who deftly too it and placed it down against her seat beside her.

"I have heard rumours, but you know how they can be, it is not often a rumour rings true. Tell us what you know and what you have seen. Tell us everything. We are together now; you will not face any danger alone." Glad that Rhaena had declared her intention to help, Jon sat down after a nod from Robb to tell the girls about his experience at the Wall and how it had all began with the disappearance of their uncle, Benjen Stark. It was a long and rather painful story to retell, the memories resurfacing as he spoke. The first real indication of the White Walkers return was when two dead members of the Watch which had been retrieved from beyond the Wall came back from the dead with bright blue eyes and had attempted to kill the previous Lord Commander, Ser Jeor Mormont. Rhaena had looked up in recognition of the name but said nothing, listening as Jon recounted how they had killed the wights with fire, saving the Lord Commander's life. Jon then proceeded to explain how a large expedition had gone beyond the Wall in order to find Benjen Stark, however it soon fell into ruin. It was difficult to admit the things he had done in order to survive, even if they had been commands given to him, for in order to reach the Wildling King Jon had been forced to kill one of his own brothers, betraying the oath he had taken. Rhaena noted how pained Jon's voice became from that moment on, especially when Jon recalled Ygritte whom he had fallen in love with, it was impossible not to hear it even as he attempted to conceal it.

The story was long and full of shocking truths, chief of all the proof that White Walkers were real and worse still, it appeared that one of them had the ability to raise the dead and turn them into wights. Mindless creatures who obeyed the will of the one called the Night King. They were coming, and they would kill all in their path. Sansa shivered, gasping in horror when Jon revealed that after being named the new Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, he had been betrayed and killed by some of his own men. It was only because of a Red Priestess that he had been brought back from the dead, the woman having once been advisor to Stannis before he had lost the battle to take Winterfell and had been killed. Robb and his own men had barely made it back to Castle Black alive, returning just as Jon had been brought back from the dead. Now they were united, intending to take back Winterfell because when the White Walkers came, if the North was divided then everyone would die. Finishing his tale, both women sat in silence for a long while, their wine and food untouched in order to process it. Eventually they shared a look with one another, Sansa slightly fearful but withholding it well. They then looked back to Jon and Robb. "You need more men." Sansa finally spoke, firmly and curtly. "Not only to take Winterfell, but to fight against the White Walkers. It sounds as if their numbers are well beyond the thousands, you cannot hope to defeat them all with what you have. Not even Rhaegal can burn them all."

"It is true. We shall have to hope we can persuade the South to join forces with us." Rhaena agreed, tapping her fingers against the table as she thought deeply. "You will have the support of House Targaryen, I can promise you that. My sister has two more dragons with her, as well as a force of eight thousand Unsullied soldiers, who are the best fighters known to the world, as well as a company of two thousand men known as the Second Sons. After we reclaim Winterfell, I shall take your words to my sister and convince her to waylay her plans to take back the Iron Throne in favour of coming North. This threat is more imperative. I do not much like the idea of being killed and being turned into a mindless slave. We will do what we must."

"You are certain your sister would help us?" Robb questioned her quietly. "We trust your word, but we do not know anything of your sister. Can you tell us for certain that she will fight alongside us?"

"It may take some convincing, she will not readily believe in White Walkers, but she trusts me and I am her sister. She will take my word as truth." Satisfied in Rhaena's confidence, Robb continued to study her quietly. He could not quite decide if she had changed since he had last seen her. Perhaps it was more in her presence the difference was found rather than any physical alteration. There seemed to be a calmness in her that he had not known before, a confidence born from her own faith in her capabilities and skills. To be carrying such weapons, Robb could only suspect that she had learned to use them. There was no longer any fear in her. She was seemingly aglow with the natural air of a person who had no reason to be afraid of anything or anyone any longer. Those who had once hurt her could no longer, and with a dragon beside her, what did she have to fear? That which she could not burn she could fly away from. There was power in her now, and to a lesser man it would have seemed intimidating. Rhaena was no longer a penniless hostage without title or privilege. She was a princess. A princess with a dragon. Robb could imagine the stories that would one day be told about her. "What of this Lord Bolton? What do we know of him?"

"He has Rickon." Jon told them darkly, causing both women to tense in horror. "He is holding him hostage against us."

"Rickon is still alive? What about Bran?" But neither of the brothers could tell Sansa if Bran was still alive. Ramsay Bolton only claimed to have Rickon, having produced the severed head of Shaggydog, his black direwolf, as proof. Rhaena felt her stomach churn in disgust and outrage, picturing the bright grin and rounded cheeks of little Rickon.

"We will get him back." She spoke smoothly, her lyrical tone utterly at ease and certain. "We will rescue Rickon, kill this former bastard Ramsay, take back Winterfell and string him up before his army so that they will know what becomes of those who betray their oaths. Bolton…their sigil is the flayed man, is it not? Perfect. Perhaps we should subject this pretender to his own methods." Reaching out in order to wet her throat with some wine, Rhaena took a sip. Before anything further could be discussed, one of the direwolves growled softly just as the tent flap was pulled back and a man stepped inside rather boldly. He was a wildling. Rhaena could tell so instantly. He had flame red hair and a thick, full beard with a certain glint in his eye which suggested that perhaps he was not entirely sane.

"Tormund, what is it?"

"Heard we had visitors what came on the back of a dragon. This true, Snow?" His eyes then fell upon the two women and for a moment, Tormund was stunned to silence. Only for a moment, however. "Gods fuck me, where did you find such fine looking women out here?" Robb clenched his fist angrily as Jon shook his head, introducing Sansa as his sister and Rhaena as their friend before he then introduced the intruder as Tormund, the leader of the wildlings. Tormund simply looked contemplatively between the two women indecisively. "One of fire and one of ice. I'd gladly take you both at once. You ever fucked with a wild man before?" Now Robb launched himself to his feet, but Rhaena's quick hand grasped hold of his wrist as she smirked, eyeing Tormund calmly as Sansa blushed and turned her head away.

"Have you ever fucked a dragon before, Tormund?" She returned easily, causing him to grin.

"No, but I should like to try."

"Then I will gladly introduce you to Rhaegal," his face quickly fell. "He is my dragon. I cannot imagine it will be easy to fuck him, or even if he will let you try. In truth he is more likely to torch you and eat you, but since it is your wish I will gladly allow you to try." Now feeling a little uneasy, Tormund tilted himself towards Jon in order to quietly ask him if the white haired woman really had a dragon and Jon was more than happy to confirm that she did, a giant beast with teeth longer than swords, smirking as he saw the colour drain from his friend's face. "Perhaps you are not so keen now, friend?" Rhaena teased him as she gave a light pull upon Robb's wrist to have him sit back down once more. "I will thank you to curb your tongue from now on. Although I do not mind a little crudeness, I must protest to such vile words in the presence of Sansa." Although Tormund was not entirely sure what she meant, he understood well enough not to direct his manhood at either of the women so readily. However, that spark and fire in her eyes only made Tormund like her all the more. A fine woman, by all means. Tormund was ushered out though he promised to come again. Amused by such a strange intrusion, Rhaena drank a little more wine before requesting that Robb tell them of his plans to face Ramsay Bolton, resuming the sombre atmosphere they had created before.

The night wore on and eventually their talks were stopped as tiredness had begun to settle upon them, whereby Robb insisted that Sansa and Rhaena have his tent as it would be the most comfortable for them. They accepted, bidding the brothers goodnight before going to sleep together as they often had, wrapped arm in arm. Sansa slept fitfully, nightmares taking hold but Rhaena soothed them away and slept deeply herself until the morrow where she greeted the morning by freshening herself with water to clean her face and hands. Whilst Sansa still slept, Rhaena was allowed a little time to think and ponder over everything she had learned, chief of all thinking of the White Walkers and their southward march. It was a daunting prospect, but Rhaena did not allow herself to be afraid of the unknown. Jon had told her that Valyrian steel and fire could kill them, and she possessed both. They were an enemy that could die. That was all that mattered. Continuing to sit quietly, it was not until someone gently called for her and Sansa did she rise and leave the tent to be faced with a weather worn man with kindly features. Ser Davos Seaworth as he introduced himself. Formerly sworn to Stannis Baratheon. He greeted Rhaena cordially though he stumbled between addressing her as princess or 'my lady', so Rhaena simply smiled and told him that Rhaena was more than enough. Having a good sense for people, Rhaena took an instant liking to Ser Davos. He had come to see to her needs, wanting to know if there was anything that she or Sansa required as well as informing her that King Robb and Jon had asked her to join them once she had broken her fast.

Not yet feeling hungry, Rhaena went with Ser Davos immediately to where Robb and Jon were organising their men, taking count of their weapons, supplies and number of horses as well as discussing how best to utilise them. Once Sansa was awake, they intended to take council in order to see to their battle strategy where they gathered all they could in order to prepare for battle. It was several days in the making for trenches had to be dug, but first Ramsay had called for a parlay under a banner of truce to discuss the terms of surrender. Despite the fact that Rhaena reasoned that a man such as Ramsay could not be trusted to hold his word of peace during negotiations, neither Robb nor Jon wished to show fear or cowardice and agreed to the meeting. Rhaena wished to go with them, but she was flatly refused.

"He does not know you, Rhae, but one look and he will be able to guess who you are. You are the only Targaryen in Westeros and that makes you valuable. If he knows that you are here, he will do all he can to take you captive and keep you prisoner to sell to whomever can give him the highest price." Robb reasoned as Rhaena clenched her jaw stubbornly at him. "I dare not think what else he will do to you were this to happen, so please. For our sake. Stay out of sight until the battle. Take him by surprise. When you and your dragon come, he will have no means to defend himself. Gods be good, he'll shit himself and run." Unable to argue with Robb's reasoning, Rhaena agreed to remain though she did not much like it. So instead, she watched Robb and Jon ride away with their men to meet with Ramsay to hear his terms, though Rhaena knew they would never surrender. They were men of the North. They did not bow and bend or break, not against a man such as Ramsay. They would go and look their enemy in the eye so that they could find him upon the battlefield, and there they would put their steel to his neck and have him kneel instead. Rhaena hoped Ramsay was not so cowardly as to not lead his own army, for she too wanted to look him in the eye before having Rhaegal burn him alive as he deserved.